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posted by flabaloobalah
I stare at the screen with my mouth hanging wide open in shock and horror. The caption reads: SIXTEEN año OLD BOY BRUTALLY MURDERED IN LOS ANGELES
The anchorwoman says, "Late last night in Los Angeles, California, sixteen año old Wyatt Starmount was killed. The identity of his murderer is unclear, but authorities say he's hispanic, six feet tall, and was last seen wearing a gray hoodie.
Now here's a video of Wyatt's death. Due to the graphic nature of this video, viewer discretion is advised." the lady informs me.
The video starts. The boy I realize is Wyatt is walking down the street. Sure enough, a tall foreign man in a camisa de entrenamiento, sudadera follows Wyatt. He suddenly turns around and is terrified. The man is holding a sword o spear, I'm unsure. Wyatt asks the man for mercy. The man refuses, curses, stands behind Wyatt, and plunges the weapon through the back of his throat. Right away he looks dead; there's no struggle o even a noise.
The video shuts off. "LAPD is working feverishly on this case. The Starmount family is holding a private wake and funeral for their son. And now, let's go to Joey Walter for a sports update." she concludes. I am horrified and immediately turn off the television. Even though the screen is pitch-black, I keep seeing the contact between Wyatt's delicate skin and that metal sword, then the pool of blood.
As I watch the nightmare over and over, something sticks in my head: Why would someone want to kill him? What's their reasoning and motive? What did Wyatt do?
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
The fiction story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. In Chapter 2. Enough said.

The perros ran furiously until they were out of breath. They stopped in the unfamiliar woods. The brother perrito, cachorro looked at his sister as if to say, "Let's go back to Mama."
She refused, attempting to cuddle with him instead. He ran away when she tried to nuzzle him.
He ran away from the woods, closer and closer to the open field and his family. He looked back to see his sister wasn't running. He didn't care. She would realize he was on the right track. She'd catch up.
The speeding perrito, cachorro looked straight ahead of him to see...
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posted by Faith-Rulz
Life may be a hard path to walk
but as the years pass tu learn
on how to adapt and face it head on.

Fear of leaving something o someone familiar
to tread somewhere new and foriegn,
but thats the beauty of life
how we see things grow from the earth, the birth of a human life,
animals of the wild struggling for survival
through the ages since the beginning of time.

Where despair fills your soul
you cry for renewal within
it will take deep forgiveness in your heart
to wash away the hurt of betrayal
as it happens forevermore
as long as we continue to fight and hurt each other.

Love bleeds deeply when you...
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posted by IloveMyLord
In this articulo I'm going to write about how to enjoy writing. I'm a writer and do a lot of writing, both for my website and for other people. I find some ways of escritura are más enjoyable than others.




How To Enjoy Writing




I find escritura is most enjoyable when it's not done in a forced o particularly planned manner. If tu find it's hard to get yourself to write, I think it's best to relax about it. Perhaps relaxation will be all tu need to get your inspiration flowing, in fact.




I often spend some time meditating for ideas before sitting down to write an article. After a few segundos of keeping...
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posted by para-scence
"Shelby?" Sage asked quietly, coming into my room. "Can I ask tu something?" I sat up on my bed.

"Sure," I sighed, not so enthusiastic; but I was trying not to be so irritable all the time. Sage came in front of the bed, then plopped down on the floor in front of me.

"What's that stuff tu take?" she asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do tu mean, Sage?"

"You know, that stuff tu take," she said. "Like this." She put her palm to her nose, and inhaled deeply. My corazón fell into my stomach. I quickly fell down to her height, and grabbed her shoulders.

"Sage. How do tu know about that," I said...
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posted by halunik
I was just 5 minutos on foot to my dancing class. When I left inicial 20 minutos ago, I didn’t expect, I would be raining. But it wasn’t just raining – it was going to be a real storm. It was the middle of July and I was wearing a dress with the short sleeves. The rain was becoming heavier with each minuto while I was walking down the street. Unfortunately there was no comprar o bus station close for me to hide from the storm, so when I felt my dress all wet and drops in my hair, I couldn’t do anything but stopping under the tree. The calle was desert – apart from one car standing in...
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posted by InvadaMiz
Eleven año old twins Miyu and Nakku have been begging their mother for weeks about checking out the attic, their mother finally dicho yes during week four.The twins raced up the spiral staircase to the attic.They found old toys and books, then Miyu found a small crawl el espacio door.
"Nakku!Nakku!Come here!"Miyu called out to her brother.Nakku ran over and saw the door she pointed at.
"Let's see what's inside Miyu."Nakku suggested, Miyu nodded rapidly and reached for the door.Nakku grabbed her hand, then looked at her like she was crazy.
"Miyu, let me open it first."Nakku said.He yanked the door open,...
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posted by PeterPansgirl12
Ok, heres a story I've had in my head for a while...

I haunt her, I know I shouldn't. Being dead is boring. It's not like I chose death. Death just happened.

I was a normal seventeen año old guy, ready to start collge. Then, I saved her life. She means everything to me.
I amor everything about her. Her hair, her smile, her lips, her body, her laugh, her snort, her mad face, her happy face, her flirty face, her attitude.

I amor her.

That's why I pushed her out of the way when the murderer shot the gun. That's why I saved her life.

Now, I haunt her. I watch her every minuto of everyday, as a ghost....
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posted by werewolflover
Caitlin Tresp moved to my small town in Tennessee when we were in fourth grade,which was two years ago.This is her story so far.
So,she moved here in fourth grade.She was in my class.It was her first day,and she was already being bullied.By everyone.Ecxept for my friends and I.Jessica,Molly,Chyanne,Tori and me.It was like she was already part of the group.We all got along greatly.But later in the year,Jessica and Caitlin got in a fight at recess.When we went back inside,we all had to talk to our teacher,Mrs.McDonald.By the end of the dayit was all sorted out...or so I thought.For the rest...
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posted by kateeuy
Alise opened her eyes on a beautiful Thursday morning. As she sat up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and brushed through her long black hair with the tips of her fingernails. She looked at the time on her IPod dock. “Its 7:30, I’m late” yelled Alise as she jumped out of cama and ran to her wardrobe. She pulled out a white button-up blusa and a green tartan skirt. She opened the drawers underneath and pulled out a pair of black stockings. Alise quickly go dressed and packed her country road bag. She lived at inicial with her aunty, uncle and her cousin Eliza. Eliza rushed downstairs and...
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